“Ghost Writer”: Why You Should Go
I chucked my aversion to watching movies in cinemas (the constant texting, the loud chewing, the smuggled-in smelly food) and slipped into a Union Square movie house this weekend to see Polanski’s “The Ghost Writer.” Yes, you should see this cunning little tale about what happens when a hired scribe (Ewan McGregor) plays ghost to an exiled British politician (Pierce Brosnan). The ending alone — a deftly edited blow-out that should give any writer the creeps — is worth the high price of admission. My only quibbles: the middle section, when McGregor is piecing together the plot’s puzzle, is a little yawny; McGregor’s character is a little too exposed to danger to be believable once the baddies rev up; and Kim Cattrall, as the politician’s Mrs. Danvers, sports an English accent that wobbles as wildly as the actress’s Samantha after a few Cosmos. Otherwise: superb!
